WIP for Aphelion Weyr

[Spirithawk]

This young woman was born and bred for Running. She came from the union of two runners from prominent Stations that had fallen in love and decided to establish their own station, and later, their own brood of runners. She'd been the second youngest and a good runner. She wasn't the best, however. She did better organizing the Station. She had a knack for remembering which runner had been sent where from the station and which runners were available. That served her in good stead until she began running on her own after being assessed by another Senior Runner from a neighboring station. She had no time for boys because she was always busy either organizing the Station or running herself. During her second Turn of running, shortly after her first ever Crossing, she hit a hole in a particularly overgrown stretch of track and went down. She could tell that her ankle wasn't broken, but she had seriously injured it. Tekara knew that the message she carried was urgent. She also knew that there wasn't likely to be any other runners coming her way. That was part of the reason why this trace was in such bad condition. She resolved to give the station that was in charge of keeping up this trace a piece of her mind. Granted, not many runners came from the direction she was coming in, but she had known that this trace would help her cut time off her run and this WAS an urgent message. She hated when stupidity caused injuries, especially when the injury was hers!

With a groan, Tekara rose, gingerly putting weight on the injured foot. She pulled her medical supplies out of the specially designed pack at her waist and sat down again to rub some salve on the injury and wrap it. She'd have to continue. She wasn't expected at her final destination for another 2 days, and if she didn't get off the trace and at the way-station before dawn the next day, she'd be Thread-bait. She had to push on. She bit back a scream as she rose again and tried to run. There was no way she was running on her ankle. She could barely walk, but she had to because if not, she'd be caught by Threadfall.

The next morning dawned with dark clouds that didn't bode well for the young Runner. It was pure chance that the trace was out in the open and that Ista Weyr had sent a patrol to make sure all travelers were off the roads before Thread hit. The green landed and her rider started scolding Tekara for being out on the traces so close to Threadfall.

"I'd have been at the way station by now if I hadn't hurt my ankle!" She had snapped at the greenrider, too hurt to care that she was being disrespectful. The rider didn't respond. His eyes unfocused for a moment and then when they refocused, the rider's brown eyes looked her over with a strange expression on his face, almost speculative.

"You're hurt then? Where was your message going to?"

"Nerat Hold."

"That's an easy enough stop for me to make on the way." The greenrider didn't elaborate as his green crouched down to allow them to mount easier.

"On the way where?" Tekara was confused.

"To Ista Weyr. You can't continue on foot and Kerith here wants you for the Weyr. She said you've a good chance at Impressing." He didn't tell the girl that his dragon wanted her for the Queen egg hardening on the sands.

Impressing a dragon hadn't really been on Tekara's to do list of her life, but Thread was coming and the greenrider had said he'd drop her off at the Hold so her message could be delivered. She figured she'd set the rider straight when the leading edge of Fall wasn't already visible on the horizon. Her plans were skewed when she found out that the Master Healer was on Ista Island and her ankle was more injured than she had thought. So she accompanied the rider. She was usually a pretty self-controlled young lady, but the Headwoman of Ista had taken her in hand, told her that she would have to wait because the Healer was busy and that she needed to rest. Tekara hadn't been given a chance to argue. A few hours later, a humming had awoken Tekara and before she knew what was happening, she had been bundled into a white robe and helped across the sands to stand with a crutch helping her stand upright on the Sands.

Tekara stood there wondering when this would be over so that she could go see the Master Healer and see about getting her foot back in shape to run.

You don't have to run.

Tekara thought that her mind was playing tricks on her. Of course she had to run. It was what she was bred for. Her parents would be so disappointed if she couldn't continue the legacy. Besides, she had to run. She had nothing better to do. Her thoughts were once again turning towards finding the Master Healer after this Hatching was over when an imperative little bugle brought her back to her senses.

Stubborn girl. You won't HAVE to run again. You have me.

Tekara looked down to see the shining rainbow eyes of the shiniest hatchling she had ever seen. She was also the strangest colored hatchling she'd ever seen, not that she had seen many. She had watched some of the other hatchlings scrambling to find their chosen riders but she hadn't really considered herself in the running for a dragon. She was a Runner. Running was very important to Pern, almost as important as dragonriders. Drums could only reach so far, and dragonriders couldn't be expected to send messages if they were fighting Thread. Not to mention the fact that flitters weren't as reliable as Runners even though they were quicker. Not many people had golds, browns, and bronzes though. Those were the steadiest, from what she knew. She didn't know much about the new colors.

Quit worrying about the importance of Runners and feed me NOW!

"Bossy aren't you. You'd make a good Station Master." She put her hands on her hips and stared down at the little Queen, for that was what the shiny creature before her was. There was no way she could be anything other than that.

At first glance, Tekara thought the little Queen was a silver, but a closer look revealed that the Queen just had a silvery cast to her pale gold hide and several places that were marked with silver with just the lightest tint of gold. She was the palest gold the girl had ever seen, and the 14 Turn old had seen quite a bit in her travels as a Runner.

Admire me later, feed me now.

"Bossy little thing. Go find your rider to feed you my lady." Tekara added the my lady part after she belatedly remembered that the dragon before her was a Queen, even if she was a baby Queen.

Get it through your thick skull. YOU are my rider. The queen imperiously butted her, causing Tekara to lose her already precarious balance on her injured ankle and land in an ungraceful heap of long runner legs and awkward bandaging on the hot sands.

"I think she's pretty set on having you for her rider my dear. Here, let me help you up so you can get her fed." Tekara looked up into the face of a man in Healer green. His knots attested to the fact that this was the man she had been waiting to see. Apparently he was done with what had kept him busy until know. Wait, had the little Queen said she was her rider? She, Tekara the runner, now the rider of an Istan Queen? It was preposterous!

Why? Am I not good enough for you mistress runner?

"No, no dear! I just hadn't thought I would be worthy of a dragon, and I was useful as a Runner. We have important jobs you know." Tekara was still a little dazed. The Master Healer smiled and offered her his arm to help her hobble back across the sands to where riders and drudges waited with bowls of meat. Her brothers would never believe her and her sisters would never let her hear the end of it. They'd think she was trying to shirk her chores and runs!

"Runners are important dear, and so are dragonriders. You are just as important as you were before. Now, what's her name?" She had an inkling that the Master Healer was trying to keep her mind off the pain in her ankle and to give her time to assimilate the fact that she was now a dragonrider.

"Selerith. Wait, how did I know that?"

I told you. Selerith's voice was smug in her head.

"This is going to take some getting used to," she muttered under her breath.

The Master Healer laughed. "It will only get better. She'll be happier once she's fed."

The Master Healer's prediction had come true, until the next morning that is. Selerith proved to be as mule-headed a Queen as the Weyr had ever seen. She was rudely demanding of what she viewed as her rights as a Queen and respectful only to the Senior Queen. Tekara had quite an interesting time of it trying to care for a growing dragonet with a bum ankle, but over time, that strengthened, and so did her control over her dragon. Selerith proved to be quite the dictator at times over Tekara, but Tekara wasn't one to sit idly while she was pushed around. It wasn't until after her dragon's maiden fight that she really got any control over the Queen. Selerith had started to rip into the meat and Tekara had another Queenrider yelling at her not to let the young Queen eat the meat. Tekara didn't know how she got the strength to force her dragon to quit eating the meat, but she did. After that, the two seemed to find their niche within each other. Selerith showed more respect for her rider, and Tekara had a better control over the young Queen. Age mellowed the imperious little Queen, and helped Tekara to become a stronger Queenrider. She was given more duties as a junior weyrwoman and even some diplomatic assignments to other weyrs once her Queen tempered out enough to respect other dragons.

Selerith was one who could take charge when needed. She did take orders badly at first, but as she got older, she began to calm down and see the importance of superiors and how each dragon had a place in the weyr. She has a haughty demeanor from time to time, but overall she is a fairly sweet dragon as long as the person she's dealing with doesn't arouse her temper.

Tekara felt like she wasn't as useful at Ista. There was the Senior Queen, the Jr. Weyrwoman, and yet another Queen above her, and a newly hatched one who was Selerith's own daughter. The Weyr's weyrwomen's quarters were getting a bit crowded and the Senior Queen was about to clutch again.

Selerith still had a little bit to go before her next flight but Tekara wasn't attached to any of the riders at the weyr. The men who had bedded her for Selerith's flights had been either friends, or just passing acquaintances. There was none she would like to share a weyr with. As one of the more junior weyrwomen, she didn't really have that much room anyway.

So Tekara put in a request for a transfer. There were some weyrs who needed queens. One of the ones that came up as a possibility was Aphelion Weyr. The weyr had recently lost some queens and was now down to its Senior Queen, an immature Silver, and a yellow that had recently been injured. The place was located on an island just like Ista was, so it wouldn't be too much of a change. she'd have the added bonus of having more duties than just transferring records and occasionally acting as a messenger for important messages. Sometimes she got to convey Lord and Lady Holders or Craft Masters, but that was seldom. The higher ranking queens got first choice.

So, she waited to see if she would be allowed to transfer. Her clothing was packed and ready to go, for if she didn't go to Aphelion, she would hopefully be sent to another weyr who was short on Queens.

[Spirithawk]

Username: spirithawk06

Character Name: Tekara

Turn of birth: 380

Birth Month: 5

Age at creation: 23

Gender:Female

Sexuality:Heterosexual

Rank: Queenrider

Appearance: Tekara is obviously runner bred. Standing at 6’, she isn’t the tallest person around, but she does tower over her short mother. Her body is long and lanky and very lean. Her body has very little fat on it from all the running she does. She can eat quite a bit of food and not put on a single pound. Her breasts are very small and, thankfully, don’t jiggle when she runs. Her legs are long and very good at eating up distances when she runs. She has quite a bit of endurance and does better at the long-distance runs that require stamina rather than speed. Her mother was disappointed that none of her daughters had taken her speed. They had all taken their father’s endurance. Her brother was fast on the short traces, but she had the lung capacity and muscle tone to go the distance, and for that, she was proud. Her hands and feet are neither large nor small, but proportionate to her body.

Her face has a pert look to it that often tends to look quite impertinent. Impish grey-green eyes sparkle under sandy brown eyebrows. Her hair is a similar sandy-brown with lighter and darker streaks in it from all the time she spends out in the sun. Her hair has some volume to it but for the most part, it is straight. Most often, she wears it in a runner tail because it is easier to keep it out of her face. When she lets her hair down, the shiny mass falls to her shoulders. It is long enough to look pretty when she wants it to but short enough to be kept out of her way easily. Her mouth is a light pink and shaped like a cupid’s bow. All too often, that mouth is set in a stubborn line above her slightly pointed stubborn chin.

When the weather permits, she likes to wear the short trunks that many runners use. She wears form-fitting clothing to reduce the air friction on her body. The breeches she wears when she has to wear pants are similar to Terran leggings. She makes her own shoes out of supple wher-hide. Sometimes she has to add the spikes that help her keep her footing on certain traces. Her tunics are form-fitting, but not too tight. She needs to be able to breathe. She often wears tunics without sleeves. Her vests are also snug as well, again, to reduce air friction.

As a rider, she still prefers to wear that kind of clothing because it is what she is used to. Now that she isn’t running, she has put some more weight on, but she is still fairly slender and very well-muscled. Her metabolism is simply too fast for her to really put much weight on. She also likes to keep busy and she often runs around the Bowl to keep her body in shape when she isn’t doing drills or fighting Thread or stuck in the dusty archives.

Personality:

Tekara has always been the type to take charge when needed. She was the second youngest out of a brood of 8. Out of those 8, she was the only one who wound up doing something other than Running, and she started out a runner until chance crossed her paths with Selerith. Most of her siblings stayed at her family’s station but her middle brother married and set up his own station elsewhere. Tekara always found herself organizing the delightful chaos that was her family’s Runner station. Her mother was always busy with herbs and cooking and most of her siblings were either out running or not interested in keeping things organized. Her penchant for organization certainly helped her as a Queenrider.

Tekara has a stubbornness that she got from both of her parents. She isn’t stupidly stubborn about things that could hurt her permanently, but there were quite a few times that she ran when she technically shouldn’t have due to injury or lack of rest. She never really had too many consequences for it, so she didn’t see any reason to stop being stubborn. She would only back down in a fight or argument when she knew she had been proven wrong.

Tekara knew she was a good runner, but she was also smart enough to acknowledge that she wasn’t the best, even among her family members. Tekara likes to help and be useful. It is one of the reasons why she feels that Ista is not the right place for her to stay for the long haul. The 3 older Queens don’t look like they are going anywhere soon, unless some freak accident happens, and her dragon’s Queen daughter is also there to step up if something happens.

Tekara isn’t quite as interested in boys as the boys would like her to be. Her dragon is an accomplished flirt, but Tekara is more likely to blush and try to change the subject than she is to try to flirt. Selerith’s maiden flight wasn’t her first time, but it was pretty close. She had just graduated from Weyrlinghood when she lost her virginity to a visiting Journeyman crafter. She hadn’t formed an attachment to him, however, or to any of the men who claimed her when her dragon rose to mate. She’d likely find someone sooner or later, but she just hadn’t met him yet.

She has sharp wit, but also a respect for intelligence in others. She does tend to be bossy sometimes, but it is mostly due to the fact that she was often put in charge of organizing runs and keeping logs of the messages coming in and out of the Station. Tekara has a wry sense of humor that sometimes runs to the silly side. She likes to play but she does value hard work. She just knows that there is a time to work and a time to play.

Her biggest flaw would be the fact that she sometimes lets her Queen get away with things that she shouldn’t. She also tends to be mule-headed about things that shouldn’t really be that big of an issue. If she takes it as a matter of honor, she will be stubborn enough to see an argument or experiment through to its conclusion when others had given up. She has a bit of a temper and has been known to haul back and either back hand, or punch men, or women, who really pissed her off, usually with untoward advances, or cruelty to animals or younger/smaller people. She can’t tolerate bullies.

She is a sentimental type, but she prefers to keep it to herself because her siblings would tend to tease her about it unmercifully until one of them ended up with a black eye or something and Tekara would wind up doing latrine duty or some other unpleasant task. She’d always do her punishment, but her siblings would leave her alone about the topic until something else caught their attention. She loves small, furry critters like her dragon does but she hasn’t really had the time or the marks to acquire one. She doesn’t know if she really wants the added responsibility. Her Queen takes up much of her time, and she’d hate to get a pet that she couldn’t look after properly, but she does know that her dragon secretly hopes her rider is given one, especially if it is injured. Tekara can’t resist helping an injured animal. She had already rescued some injured creatures that she found on the traces and helped to nurse them back to help. Her mother had to help with that because she knew more about herb lore than Tekara did. Tekara became a dragonrider before her mother could really start teaching her about the herbs and poultices that helped to make a Runner’s life easier.


Biography:

This young woman was born and bred for Running. She came from the union of two runners from prominent Stations that had fallen in love and decided to establish their own station, and later, their own brood of runners. She'd been the second youngest and a good runner. She wasn't the best, however. She did better organizing the Station. She had a knack for remembering which runner had been sent where from the station and which runners were available. That served her in good stead until she began running on her own after being assessed by another Senior Runner from a neighboring station. She had no time for boys because she was always busy either organizing the Station or running herself.

During her second Turn of running, shortly after her first ever Crossing, she hit a hole in a particularly overgrown stretch of track and went down. She could tell that her ankle wasn't broken, but she had seriously injured it. Tekara knew that the message she carried was urgent. She also knew that there wasn't likely to be any other runners coming her way. That was part of the reason why this trace was in such bad condition. She resolved to give the station that was in charge of keeping up this trace a piece of her mind. Granted, not many runners came from the direction she was coming in, but she had known that this trace would help her cut time off her run and this WAS an urgent message. She hated when stupidity caused injuries, especially when the injury was hers!

With a groan, Tekara rose, gingerly putting weight on the injured foot. She pulled her medical supplies out of the specially designed pack at her waist and sat down again to rub some salve on the injury and wrap it. She'd have to continue. She wasn't expected at her final destination for another 2 days, and if she didn't get off the trace and at the way-station before dawn the next day, she'd be Thread-bait. She had to push on. She bit back a scream as she rose again and tried to run. There was no way she was running on her ankle. She could barely walk, but she had to because if not, she'd be caught by Threadfall.

The next morning dawned with dark clouds that didn't bode well for the young Runner. It was pure chance that the trace was out in the open and that Ista Weyr had sent a patrol to make sure all travelers were off the roads before Thread hit. The green landed and her rider started scolding Tekara for being out on the traces so close to Threadfall.

"I'd have been at the way station by now if I hadn't hurt my ankle!" She had snapped at the greenrider, too hurt to care that she was being disrespectful. The rider didn't respond. His eyes unfocused for a moment and then when they refocused, the rider's brown eyes looked her over with a strange expression on his face, almost speculative.

"You're hurt then? Where was your message going to?"

"Nerat Hold."

"That's an easy enough stop for me to make on the way." The greenrider didn't elaborate as his green crouched down to allow them to mount easier.

"On the way where?" Tekara was confused.

"To Ista Weyr. You can't continue on foot and Kerith here wants you for the Weyr. She said you've a good chance at Impressing." He didn't tell the girl that his dragon wanted her for the Queen egg hardening on the sands.

Impressing a dragon hadn't really been on Tekara's to do list of her life, but Thread was coming and the greenrider had said he'd drop her off at the Hold so her message could be delivered. She figured she'd set the rider straight when the leading edge of Fall wasn't already visible on the horizon. Her plans were skewed when she found out that the Master Healer was on Ista Island and her ankle was more injured than she had thought. So she accompanied the rider. She was usually a pretty self-controlled young lady, but the Headwoman of Ista had taken her in hand, told her that she would have to wait because the Healer was busy and that she needed to rest. Tekara hadn't been given a chance to argue. A few hours later, a humming had awoken Tekara and before she knew what was happening, she had been bundled into a white robe and helped across the sands to stand with a crutch helping her stand upright on the Sands.

Tekara stood there wondering when this would be over so that she could go see the Master Healer and see about getting her foot back in shape to run.

You don't have to run.

Tekara thought that her mind was playing tricks on her. Of course she had to run. It was what she was bred for. Her parents would be so disappointed if she couldn't continue the legacy. Besides, she had to run. She had nothing better to do. Her thoughts were once again turning towards finding the Master Healer after this Hatching was over when an imperative little bugle brought her back to her senses.

Stubborn girl. You won't HAVE to run again. You have me.

Tekara looked down to see the shining rainbow eyes of the shiniest hatchling she had ever seen. She was also the strangest colored hatchling she'd ever seen, not that she had seen many. She had watched some of the other hatchlings scrambling to find their chosen riders but she hadn't really considered herself in the running for a dragon. She was a Runner. Running was very important to Pern, almost as important as dragonriders. Drums could only reach so far, and dragonriders couldn't be expected to send messages if they were fighting Thread. Not to mention the fact that flitters weren't as reliable as Runners even though they were quicker. Not many people had golds, browns, and bronzes though. Those were the steadiest, from what she knew. She didn't know much about the new colors.

Quit worrying about the importance of Runners and feed me NOW!

"Bossy aren't you. You'd make a good Station Master." She put her hands on her hips and stared down at the little Queen, for that was what the shiny creature before her was. There was no way she could be anything other than that.

At first glance, Tekara thought the little Queen was a silver, but a closer look revealed that the Queen just had a silvery cast to her pale gold hide and several places that were marked with silver with just the lightest tint of gold. She was the palest gold the girl had ever seen, and the 14 Turn old had seen quite a bit in her travels as a Runner.

Admire me later, feed me now.

"Bossy little thing. Go find your rider to feed you my lady." Tekara added the my lady part after she belatedly remembered that the dragon before her was a Queen, even if she was a baby Queen.

Get it through your thick skull. YOU are my rider. The queen imperiously butted her, causing Tekara to lose her already precarious balance on her injured ankle and land in an ungraceful heap of long runner legs and awkward bandaging on the hot sands.

"I think she's pretty set on having you for her rider my dear. Here, let me help you up so you can get her fed." Tekara looked up into the face of a man in Healer green. His knots attested to the fact that this was the man she had been waiting to see. Apparently he was done with what had kept him busy until know. Wait, had the little Queen said she was her rider? She, Tekara the runner, now the rider of an Istan Queen? It was preposterous!

Why? Am I not good enough for you mistress runner?

"No, no dear! I just hadn't thought I would be worthy of a dragon, and I was useful as a Runner. We have important jobs you know." Tekara was still a little dazed. The Master Healer smiled and offered her his arm to help her hobble back across the sands to where riders and drudges waited with bowls of meat. Her brothers would never believe her and her sisters would never let her hear the end of it. They'd think she was trying to shirk her chores and runs!

"Runners are important dear, and so are dragonriders. You are just as important as you were before. Now, what's her name?" She had an inkling that the Master Healer was trying to keep her mind off the pain in her ankle and to give her time to assimilate the fact that she was now a dragonrider.

"Selerith. Wait, how did I know that?"

I told you. Selerith's voice was smug in her head.

"This is going to take some getting used to," she muttered under her breath.

The Master Healer laughed. "It will only get better. She'll be happier once she's fed."

The Master Healer's prediction had come true, until the next morning that is. Selerith proved to be as mule-headed a Queen as the Weyr had ever seen. She was rudely demanding of what she viewed as her rights as a Queen and respectful only to the Senior Queen. Tekara had quite an interesting time of it trying to care for a growing dragonet with a bum ankle, but over time, that strengthened, and so did her control over her dragon. Selerith proved to be quite the dictator at times over Tekara, but Tekara wasn't one to sit idly while she was pushed around. It wasn't until after her dragon's maiden fight that she really got any control over the Queen. Selerith had started to rip into the meat and Tekara had another Queenrider yelling at her not to let the young Queen eat the meat. Tekara didn't know how she got the strength to force her dragon to quit eating the meat, but she did. After that, the two seemed to find their niche within each other. Selerith showed more respect for her rider, and Tekara had a better control over the young Queen. Age mellowed the imperious little Queen, and helped Tekara to become a stronger Queenrider. She was given more duties as a junior weyrwoman and even some diplomatic assignments to other weyrs once her Queen tempered out enough to respect other dragons.

Selerith was one who could take charge when needed. She did take orders badly at first, but as she got older, she began to calm down and see the importance of superiors and how each dragon had a place in the weyr. She has a haughty demeanor from time to time, but overall she is a fairly sweet dragon as long as the person she's dealing with doesn't arouse her temper.

Tekara felt like she wasn't as useful at Ista. There was the Senior Queen, the Jr. Weyrwoman, and yet another Queen above her, and a newly hatched one who was Selerith's own daughter. The Weyr's weyrwomen's quarters were getting a bit crowded and the Senior Queen was about to clutch again.

Selerith still had a little bit to go before her next flight but Tekara wasn't attached to any of the riders at the weyr. The men who had bedded her for Selerith's flights had been either friends, or just passing acquaintances. There was none she would like to share a weyr with. As one of the more junior weyrwomen, she didn't really have that much room anyway.

So Tekara put in a request for a transfer. There were some weyrs who needed queens. One of the ones that came up as a possibility was Aphelion Weyr. The weyr had recently lost some queens and was now down to its Senior Queen, an immature Silver, and a yellow that had recently been injured. The place was located on an island just like Ista was, so it wouldn't be too much of a change. she'd have the added bonus of having more duties than just transferring records and occasionally acting as a messenger for important messages. Sometimes she got to convey Lord and Lady Holders or Craft Masters, but that was seldom. The higher ranking queens got first choice.

So, she waited to see if she would be allowed to transfer. Her clothing was packed and ready to go, for if she didn't go to Aphelion, she would hopefully be sent to another weyr who was short on Queens.

Pets: N/A


Rider Info:

Dragon/: Selerith



Color: Gold

Gender Female

Turn/Month of Hatching: 394 AA/ 4 (9 turns old at creation)

Appearance: Selerith is a pale gold that would appear yellow if not for the bright metallic sheen to her. There is almost a silvery cast to her golden hide that adds to her paleness. Her wing membranes are edged with such a pale gold as to be nearly white. Only close inspection shows the golden tints to the silvery markings on her hide. A wide blaze trails down the front of her face in between her eyes down to the tip of her muzzle. The pale highlights continue down her neck and around her haunches. The majority of the pale markings are on her wings, where they are the most visible. She is rather vain about her hide and dirt shows up very well against its paleness. When she is properly cleaned and oiled, however, she shines brightly.

She was the smallest of the Queens at Ista for quite a while, but shortly before she quit growing, she hit a growth spurt that set her just a quarter of a dragonlength longer than her sister. She’s about medium in height and length, but she seems to have echoed her rider’s slenderness. The Queen’s body is lithe and graceful, and when she chooses to be, quite acrobatic for such a large creature. When she lays a clutch, her sides bulge out enough to make her look like she’s going to pop but she loses the egg weight fairly quickly.

Selerith’s wings are fairly long, but not as long as she’d like them to be. They are supple and deceptively delicate looking with their white markings. She prides herself on her agility, especially since the Queen above her in rank isn’t quite as agile due to her stocky build.

Personality:

Selerith was a difficult Queen from the moment of her hatching at Ista Weyr. She had a problem with the fact that the Weyrling master was ranked above her when she was a Queen. As a youngster, she didn’t quite understand that. By the time she grudgingly listened to the WLM, it was nearly time for her and her rider to graduate from Weyrlinghood. She has a haughty air at times that makes it hard for someone to approach her. Once that person has shown his or her mettle, however, Selerith will happily make friends.

She has a tendency to be quite flirtatious with the males she deems worthy. Those males are rather few, and they have to be fine specimens of their color indeed. She isn’t conceited, she’s confident! During her mating flights, she flies hard and fast with plenty of twists and turns to keep her males guessing. She does keep her rider in mind, however, and doesn’t choose a dragon with a rider that would mistreat her rider. She has a soft spot for Tekara that she rarely shows her rider. If her rider were ever injured, she’d hunt down that person and make sure that reparations were made.

She has a very heightened sense of responsibility but she does have a problem with authority if she thinks that authority is not competent. The fact that she was an underling as far as the Queens went chafed at Selerith for a while. However, as the Queen aged, she also settled down. She has a temper, and very little tolerance for stupidity, but she now realizes that sometimes, people in authority are there for a reason, and even if she doesn’t agree, she has to obey for the good of the weyr. She is vocal about her opinions but if she is out-voted, she doesn’t become as poor a loser as she had when she was younger than 5 turns old. She has a soft spot for soft little animals and would love for Tekara to get a feline or something, but her rider never really had the chance to acquire one.

She is as fierce in her passions as she is in her tempers, and there is nothing she loves more than a good bath and oiling, especially if that occurs when there are some nice-looking males around to admire her and to be admired.

When she feels she is right, she has a rather imperious attitude that might put some people off. Tekara is always reminding her of this, and she does try to make an attempt at being less bossy, but she can’t really help it. She is a Queen, after all!


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